My husband has no idea I use this. I slip it under my pillow at night, hold it in my closed hand during dinner parties, keep it in my blazer at work. When panic hits, I reach for it and nobody sees. That's what makes it work—I don't have to explain, excuse myself, or announce I'm struggling.

I've been hiding panic attacks for so long—bathrooms at weddings, closets at work, parked outside my own house waiting to feel normal enough to go inside. This is the first thing that lets me interrupt it without disappearing. I just hold it. It's silent. It's invisible. And it works.

Panic doesn't wait for convenient moments. It hits during presentations, family dinners, bedtime. This is the first thing I can use during those moments without drawing attention. It's discreet, it's instant, and it's the only thing that's ever actually stopped the spiral.